Chapter 100

Inside the speeding taxi, Feng Yuhuai took several heavy breaths, handed the phone back to Yang Tuo, then took several deep breaths again, striving to keep her heaving chest from rising and falling violently.

Yang Tuo sat in the seat beside her, his eyes glancing over from time to time.

Pity, Feng Yuhuai had no system; otherwise she would have seen the prompts continuously floating above Yang Tuo's head — "Lewd Value +1, +1, +1, +1…"

However, at this moment Feng Yuhuai was troubled by anger, in no mood to mind such details, while Yang Tuo, because of certain filthy thoughts in his heart, was also in no mood to speak.

The carriage was abnormally quiet, leaving only a magnetic male voice from the taxi radio slowly narrating a bizarre and strange story:

【That man was like a thirsty wild beast, suddenly pouncing on the woman beside him, full of primitive impulse.】

【The woman, carrying shyness, pushed the man away, slowly got out of the car, and walked home with light steps. The man followed tightly behind her like a shadow.】

【The room was immersed in darkness; suddenly the light came on, reflecting a floor of scattered clothing by the bed. Two bodies were entangled together, right at this moment…】

【A mutation occurred without warning; a bizarre black hand suddenly reached out from under the bed, and the woman in terror violently shoved the man toward that black hand.】

【The man was tightly seized by the black hand; he struggled and cried for help desperately, yet discovered the woman did not look back — she had already swiftly jumped off the bed and fled the room.】

【The man watched despairingly at the woman's disappearing back; his body was gradually dragged into the shadows under the bed, until he vanished completely.】

【The next day, the Patrol Bureau captain discovered a twisted, deformed male corpse under the bed.】

【The woman knelt beside the corpse; her weeping was filled with fear and grief, tears and sorrow weaving a bleak picture scroll.】

【Everyone knew it was the man who, when terror descended, bravely stepped forward to protect the woman.】

【Three months later, the residential compound's residents gradually forgot that heart-stopping incident. The woman slept on the bed, suddenly startled awake by the sound of rushing water from the restroom.】

【She got up and walked to the restroom, turned on the light, only to see a man standing under the showerhead, clutching a brush in his hand, vigorously scrubbing his body, but those stains seemed as if they could never be washed clean.】

【Rotting skin and filthy corpse fluid dripped with the water flow, forming a nauseating scene.】

【The man turned his head, his gaze gently falling on the woman; he used a voice so soft it nearly broke the heart and said: "Darling, don't worry, I'll get clean, you go wait on the bed, this time, don't leave me alone again…"】

The bizarre story seemed not yet finished when the taxi had already arrived at the destination.

Feng Yuhuai turned her head to look at Yang Tuo, saw the hunger in the latter's eyes; she hid her inner irritation and disgust and said softly:

"Alright, I'm home; it's hard to hail a cab here, Yang Tuo you just don't…"

Feng Yuhuai's words hung on the tip of her tongue, yet suddenly seemed to be yanked back by an invisible force.

Her heart chamber seemed to be tightly seized by an invisible giant hand; that intense palpitation made her breathing rapid, as if her throat were being strangled tight.

Last night's nightmare, like a stubborn stone, weighed heavily on her heart, impossible to shake off.

The unease that had pervaded her chest since morning today, and those ghost stories heard on the return journey… they seemed unrelated, yet also seemed secretly linked, weaving an invisible net, portending some ominous sign.

She subconsciously turned her head to look out the car window; before her was still that familiar street scene, full of chaotic, mundane vitality.

On both sides of the narrow alley, garbage overflowing from bins piled like mountains; the figures of scavengers stretched long in the dim light, several skinny stray dogs lurked far away baring fierce fangs.

Deep in the alley, tin shacks and tenement buildings stood tightly connected, spacing narrow; clothing hung casually on balconies swayed gently in the wind, like a colorful yet disorderly picture scroll.

The ground was pitted and uneven, dirty standing water everywhere; the air was permeated with a damp breath, carrying a hint of indescribable gloom.

Although she had seen these scenes for over a decade, familiar as her own palm lines, tonight they seemed to have acquired a layer of bizarre shadow, filling her heart with indescribable unease.

"Yang Tuo, can you accompany me upstairs?" Feng Yuhuai swallowed back the words that had reached her throat.

She herself could not say why she would make such a request, but her heart seemed to be silently driving her.

Yang Tuo hesitated for almost no moment; a hard-to-suppress joy surged in his heart.

He gentlemanly got out of the car first, carefully opened the car door for Feng Yuhuai, walked ahead of her, clearing obstacles on the ground as he went, kicking trash to the side.

He walked in front, by his ear Feng Yuhuai's soft, delicate guidance; her voice was like a spring breeze brushing past, letting a warm feeling ripple in his heart.

He had a premonition that tonight, perhaps the good thing he had dreamed of would happen.

"Tonight, Yu Huai's home has no one, she still invited me upstairs — could it be she has finally been moved by my sincerity, ready to open her heart to me?"

Yang Tuo's train of thought drifted to that story heard in the car; its beautiful beginning made his heartbeat involuntarily accelerate, like drumbeats striking his chest.

He nervously swallowed saliva, his heart filled with anticipation and excitement, as if about to welcome a major turning point in his life.

As for that hair-raising twist and ending in the story, Yang Tuo completely did not take it to heart.

Just a ghost story; where in the world are there ghosts, would anyone really believe it~

Yang Tuo very obviously does not understand a principle: that the human world is everywhere a ghost realm; ghosts are merely dead people, while people are living ghosts!

As if possessed by spirits, Yang Tuo suddenly said softly to Feng Yuhuai: "Yu Huai, that ghost story in the car just now — if I were that male lead, I would willingly protect that girl, even sacrifice my life, and would never return to entangle her."

His words revealed a deep promise, as if displaying his inner resolve and gentleness to Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai felt Yang Tuo's words were incoherent, simply inexplicable.

However, when she raised her eyes and noticed that tenement building growing increasingly clear in her field of vision, a nameless tension surged in her heart.

With every step closer, that unease grew stronger like a tide, as if the pitch-black building entrance had turned into a monster, just like the black hand hidden under the bed in the ghost story, ready to extend its claws at any moment.

A voice in her heart urged her to turn around and leave, but her pride, like an indestructible shield, would not let her accept being frightened by a danger that might not even exist, to the point of not daring to return home.

"Besides, isn't there still Yang Tuo? Didn't the man in the story protect the woman?"

Feng Yuhuai gently turned her head, her gaze softly landing on Yang Tuo; the corner of her mouth hooked into a smile that, though slightly pale, was still moving: "Mm, I believe you."

Pausing a moment, Feng Yuhuai added seriously: "If I were the female lead in the story, I would certainly not abandon the male lead to flee alone."

Having spoken, Feng Yuhuai reported her own floor and room number to Yang Tuo with incomparable trust.

Yang Tuo nodded heavily; at this moment the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated; he took it out to glance — it was Mother's incoming call, presumably urging him home.

He did not answer, directly stuffed it back into his pocket, raised his head, and without waiting a moment more walked into the building entrance.

Feng Yuhuai followed step by step; even she herself did not notice her steps gradually slowing, the distance between her and Yang Tuo opening by a tiny bit.

Yang Tuo turned his head to glance at Feng Yuhuai, also thought nothing of it, only taking it as a young girl's shyness and reserve.

He understandingly walked up the stairs quickly; the stairwell was very dark; he did not see the lock core on the door was shattered, only felt the door was ajar.

Door not locked? Someone home — is it Feng Yuhuai's good-for-nothing brother returned?

His good deed might be ruined; a trace of anger showed in Yang Tuo's eyes; his hand grabbed the door handle and pulled outward.

"Huh, what's this sticky stuff?"

Yang Tuo suddenly felt a strange sensation on his hands; he subconsciously raised his palms and rubbed them together, that sticky texture sending chills down his spine, as if... as if it were the rotten human skin a man rubs off while bathing as described in stories.

A trace of absurd amusement welled up in his heart, almost making him laugh at his own imagination.

But just then, he raised his head, only to discover in horror that a pitch-black, wet, and clammy large hand was descending toward the top of his head.

Behind the large hand emerged a terrifyingly ugly face, quietly saying to him: "Welcome home~"

Ps: Remember this Ghost Story Radio~

Once holidays arrive, it's even busier than usual. Sigh.

Besides visiting relatives, all kinds of eating and drinking, I actually have to go to the Hospital for a gastroscopy, damn it~

Too much to say are all Tears, Lao Shu wishes everyone a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival in Advance~

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